Page 151 of Breaking the Pucking Rules
I look back over my shoulder just in time to see fucking Monroe step up to her, already wearing nothing but a pair of swim shorts and a shit load of muscle.
Fucking asshole.
“Uh…no. I think I’m okay,” Casey says, sounding confused. “Go and enjoy yourself.”
“I don’t mind,” he mutters before turning to the other woman. “Hi, I’m Hayden but everyone calls me either Monroe or Marilyn.”
Parker and Casey smother a laugh while the other woman looks at our rookie with sympathy in her eyes.
“Hi, I’m Freya.”
“And she’s not interested,” Parker adds for her.
“Here, take this bowl out,” Casey concedes, giving Monroe a smile that makes me want to claw his eyes out.
“Shall I come back?” he offers like an eager little puppy.
“No, go and enjoy yourself.”
“Rivers, you want to put those hands to use as well?” Parker asks, turning all attention onto me.
“Sure,” I agree, shooting a Casey a look.
“Take these. Just make sure they stay in the shade. No one wants a hard baguette in their hand.” Parker’s eyes hold mine, mirth dancing in them as both women on either side of her snort.
“Parker,” Casey cries as I take the breadbasket.
“I’ll do my best to keep it soft,” I inform her flatly before turning around.
Their sniggers fill the air as I move away from them, and I can’t help but smile.
I was right. Today is going to be a whole new kind of hell.
“BOMB,” Handsy shouts before racing to the pool, curling his gigantic goalie body into a ball, and landing right in the middle of the water, splashing everyone around us.
“Uh, you got us wet,” Parker calls.
Parker has proved to me today that she’s as much of a handful as her best friend. The third one of their little trio is much quieter, though. She’s spent most of the day hiding behind her sunglasses with her head buried in a book.
“It’s what we’re good at,” Linc barks back, making her face twist with frustration.
Linc, Killer, and Monroe all run toward the pool and jump at the same time, causing a tidal wave to cover Coach’s backyard. Kids squeal in delight, the women sitting around sunbathing cry out in irritation, and the rest of the guys laugh.
Coach turns from his spot at the grill and shoots us an amused smirk. Man, I’d have loved to have known him when he was a player. Something tells me that he was a fun teammate to have.
It’s a pretty fucking perfect afternoon, apart from the fact Casey is on the other side of the yard, lying on a lounger with those fucking shorts undone and a tiny green bikini top doing very little to hide her tits.
All the guys have looked; I’ve fucking seen them. Thankfully, all but Monroe have kept their distance. He’s the only stupid motherfucker who’s been shamelessly trying to entertain all three of them. He’s not getting anywhere, which is giving us all more entertainment than I think he’s aware of. Even if I want to rip him a new one every time he so much as glances at Casey.
“Daddy, come and get in the pool,” Sutton calls from her giant pink inflatable donut that’s bobbing on the water.
“Sure,” I say before pushing from my lounger and standing to full height.
Fire burns down my side, and I glance over at Casey. She’s wearing big, dark sunglasses, but I know she’s watching me.
Reaching behind my head, I drag my t-shirt off with one hand, exposingmy torso to her.
Parker wolf whistles, apparently watching the show too, but I don’t bother looking at her.
